Knight in Shining Armor

There, in sunbeam, stands a savior Sword of knight; he promises As he nears I begin to doubt He draws his blade and slashes me He says forever I’ll live without I tell him he is quite mistaken Does not recall the falling sunbeam That glided o’er the crystal waves Compared to this upon his shoulder The sun sets soft on mossy graves He's too strong I must succumb I kneel and praise upon his glory He lays the blade and cuts my ear Where enchanted forest bears me sway The blood that flows of crimson tears Ivory chalice might passion-filled For I refused it at his knee I pressed upon him to be my savior He laughed and drank,  the swine! How I’d not share in his behavior? I drug his armor; we enclosed Although I drank not of his passion His eyes were muddied. Fists were swinging. He was making bedroom eyes at me From the trees I heard blissful singing This sword is heavy, I understand As he turns to follow youthful merry, A brute could only bear such a weight I heft it upon my hip and swing Maybe a savior is such his fate The sunbeam kiss on soldier’s grave And in my basket there’s a chalice In the forest I sit softly humming To the tune of sweet sunbeam’s song I bid for anyone worthy, coming I bid the cup not run o’er with blood Of my heart I cherished in his hands I close my eyes to spill and prepare it My mind, my soul, my last words, I swing “You’ll never hurt again I swear it!” © on Jul 02 2001 09:31 AM PST   0 • 1